The Wonder Years - Flowers where your face should be

^DBright blue hydrangeas ^GLost in the weeds ^D Bus stops and barbed wire on the way to s^Gtare At the heart of the earth from the Poas^Em peak Just like the ones that we grew back in J^Gersey ^Em Hung upside down, drying out for the ^Gwedding

^DThere's a man with his head in his hands on the ^Gsidewalk ^DHis wife's there behind him just off of the ^Gstreet ^DShe scratches his back as he sobs on the a^Gsphalt ^D And what strikes me most is the s^Gymmetry How they're framed just like ^Emyou and me When the light from the hospital's e^Gastern wing Tangles ^Emup in your hair and the sadness it pooled in my h^Geart Starts emptying slo^Gwly

Well^D I ^C#msaw y^Bmou last ni^Aght in my d^Gream And there were h^Dydra^C#mngeas^Bm where^A your face should^G be ^D

The redwoods feel lonely and lunar and ^Gdistant ^D The sun comes in fragments through breaks in the t^Grees ^D And I feel further from home than I've ever ^Gbeen ^D These thin lines of light across space tether you t^Go me They pull in my m^Ememories, back to our apartment on 2^Gnd Street Through t^Emhe South-facing window the light catches lengths of your ^Ghair

Well ^DI s^C#maw yo^Bmu last n^Aight in my d^Gream But there were a^Dzal^C#meas whe^Bmre your f^Aace should ^Gbe

Pieces of u^D/F#s in the morning^Em sun Sleeping bags under the^G 101 She take^D/F#s off his g^Emlasses and she falls asleep again They don't got much but goddamn they got l^Gove

Well^D I ^C#msaw y^Bmou last n^Aight in my d^Gream ^G I'm gonna^D marr^C#my you u^Bmnderneath dri^Aftwood from Crescent^G City